Friday, January 28, 2011

Happy Birthday

This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

Ted Kooser

1 comment:

Kathiesbirds said...

Did you write this or did Ted Kooser? Never heard of him, but I like the poem. I have been guilty of doing this very thing. What a great way to put it.